Westward tomorrow memoirs 03: Halt, stop, wait.

As i continued my journey, not sure where i was headed, my thoughts were clouded with mystery and with that man, with the blue eyes.. and his mother, that whore, yes she was a dog, a jack russell i believe... she made great soup. I kept some in bottle. You never you when you might run into a spider walker. As i drew nearer to the summit of my thoughts, i could hear an angel signing.. *THOMP*. No more angels... complete silent. "Halt! Stop! Wait!"

to be continued...